Dreaming, I see yellow lights
And I hiss while dreaming
Give me time, oh give me time
Morning will be easy

But the morning is all wrong
Party’s long been over
Smoking on and empty gut
Or drinking in hangover.

Hey, one, another one,
And more, and more another ones,
Another one
Drinking in hangover.

I run into the field, along the stream
It’s dark from light, there’s no God
And in the field there are bluebells
And a road that goes far.

By the road there are thick groves
Witches hiding in them
And at the end of that long road
There’s beheading platform.

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Hey, one, another one,
And more, and more another ones,
Another one
A beheading platform.

I run up the hill, losing breath
To save myself from trouble
On top of hill there stands an elm
And at the foot - a cherry.

Wish the slope was strewn with with grass
That would maky me happy
Wish there was anything else
Nothing is the right way.

In the church there’s dusk and stink
Deacons burning incents
No, the church is also wrong
Nothing is the right way.

Neither church, nor even pub
Nothing’s ever sacred
No, my friends, nothing is right
Nothing’s right my friends.

Hey, one, another one,
And more, and more another ones,
Another one
Nothing is the right way.